She then moved down to kiss the head and then kiss down the shaft, driving him crazy."Please," she said looking into his eyes, "please let me suck you... cock." Her lips curled into a knowing, wicked smile."Oh fuck yes, please yes," he moaned in response and threw his head back with force as her mouth engulfed his pulsing rod.Soon his cock was at the back of her throat and she moaned with pleasure. Her head then began to bob up and down on his burning hot shaft, letting it out till just the head. His eyes focused as he looked about the room constructed of cinder blocks. A lone soft bulb hung from a wire in the ceiling. She walked up to him, the red dress replaced by jeans and a black turtleneck. She checked his pupils, they were still slightly dilated. “I apologize,” she said. “I must have used too much; you were out for four hours.” “Too much what?” “Amazing stuff really. Concocted by a close friend of mine. It comes in two parts. Each part harmless by itself but when mixed. I could feel the ropes around my wrists and ankles, the ropes were soft so at least my captors were considerate by not using the harsh nylon stuff. The only thing I can hear is whispers because the music they have playing is drowning out any sound, probably to muffle any screams that may escape my lips, as if I could scream anyway with the gag in my mouth. New thought, the gag probably isn't staying in. Where is my husband? Why isn't he helping me? Did they hurt him or something worse? Oh. "Can I take your picture?" I asked. "But I thought you only photograph cool things?" she said. "Usually, but you are now eligible for the Friend loophole." With a flash and a buzz Serena's picture was done. As the snapshot erupted from the camera I stuck it in my pocket with the others. I was gonna show it to Serena but she had already left. Back inside I took my photos and camera and put them on the kitchen table, As I buttered a left over Biscuit Mom came over and picked up the stack. "Get.